Luca didn't wait another second.
His slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of her short skirt and pulled them down, letting them pool at her ankles in a soft heap.
Luca sucked in a sharp breath.
There it was—finally in full view, bare and unhidden.
Lulu's ass cheeks, round and impossibly pudgy, flushed a deep, embarrassed pink that spread across the soft flesh like spilled wine.
Unlike Nyx's cool, moon-pale moons, these were warm, vibrant, alive with color, as if her own butt was blushing right along with her face.
They looked obscene in the best way: fat, bubbly, so plush that even the slightest movement promised ripples.
One good slap and the whole thing would wobble for days.
But what really stole his attention was the underwear.
Full-coverage in theory, yes—but right now it was doing nothing of the sort.
The fabric had ridden up high, wedged deep between her cheeks like it had been swallowed whole.
